Aa Isbn 1 David Mitchell Black Swan Green

ISBN 13: 9780340822807

Black Swan Green

Valutazione media 3,97
( su 29.114 valutazioni fornite da Goodreads )
 
9780340822807: Black Swan Green

From highly acclaimed two-time Man Booker finalist David Mitchell comes a glorious, sinewy, meditative novel of boyhood on the cusp of adulthood and the old on the cusp of the new.

In his previous novels, David Mitchell dazzled us with his narrative scope and his virtuosic command of
multiple voices and stories. The New York Times Book Review said, “Mitchell is, clearly, a genius. He writes as though at the helm of some perpetual dream machine, can evidently do anything, and his ambition is written in magma across [Cloud Atlas’s] every page.”

Black Swan Green inverts the telescopic vision of Cloud Atlas to track a single year in what is, for 13-year-old Jason Taylor, the sleepiest village in muddiest Worcestershire in a dying Cold War England, 1982. But the 13 chapters create an exquisitely observed world that is anything but sleepy. Pointed, funny, profound, left field, elegiac, and painted with the stuff of life, Black Swan Green is David Mitchell’s subtlest yet most accessible achievement to date.

Excerpt from Black Swan Green:

Picked-on kids act invisible to reduce the chances of being noticed and picked on. Stammerers act invisible to reduce the chances of being made to say something we can’t. Kids whose parents argue act invisible in case we trigger another skirmish. The Triple Invisible Boy, that’s Jason Taylor. Even I don’t see the real Jason Taylor much these days, ’cept for when we’re writing a poem, or occasionally in a mirror, or just before sleep. But he comes out in woods. Ankley branches, knuckly roots, paths that only might be, earthworks by badgers or Romans, a pond that’ll ice over come January, a wooden cigar box nailed behind the ear of a secret sycamore where we once planned a treehouse, birdstuffedtwigsnapped silence, toothy bracken, and places you can’t find if you’re not alone. Time in woods’s older than time in clocks, and truer.

Le informazioni nella sezione "Riassunto" possono far riferimento a edizioni diverse di questo titolo.

About the Author:

David Mitchell is the author of Ghostwritten, Number9Dream, and Cloud Atlas, the last 2 finalists for the Booker Prize. Granta magazine named him one of Britain’s best young novelists in 2003. He lives in County Cork with his wife and daughter.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:

JANUARY MAN

Do
not set foot in my office. That’s Dad’s rule. But the phone’d rung twenty-five times. Normal people give up after ten or eleven, unless it’s a matter of life or death. Don’t they? Dad’s got an answering machine like James Garner’s in The Rockford Files with big reels of tape. But he’s stopped leaving it switched on recently. Thirty rings, the phone got to. Julia couldn’t hear it up in her converted attic ’cause “Don’t You Want Me?” by Human League was thumping out dead loud. Forty rings. Mum couldn’t hear ’cause the washing machine was on berserk cycle and she was hoovering the living room. Fifty rings. That’s just not normal. S’pose Dad’d been mangled by a juggernaut on the M5 and the police only had this office number ’cause all his other I.D.’d got incinerated? We could lose our final chance to see our charred father in the terminal ward.

So I went in, thinking of a bride going into Bluebeard’s chamber after being told not to. (Bluebeard, mind, was waiting for that to happen.) Dad’s office smells of pound notes, papery but metallic too. The blinds were down so it felt like evening, not ten in the morning. There’s a serious clock on the wall, exactly the same make as the serious clocks on the walls at school. There’s a photo of Dad shaking hands with Craig Salt when Dad got made regional sales director for Greenland. (Greenland the supermarket chain, not Greenland the country.) Dad’s IBM computer sits on the steel desk. Thousands of pounds, IBMs cost. The office phone’s red like a nuclear hotline and it’s got buttons you push, not the dial you get on normal phones.

So anyway, I took a deep breath, picked up the receiver, and said our number. I can say that without stammering, at least. Usually.

But the person on the other end didn’t answer.

"Hello?” I said. “Hello?”

They breathed in like they’d cut themselves on paper.

“Can you hear me? I can’t hear you.”

Very faint, I recognized the Sesame Street music.

“If you can hear me”—I remembered a Children’s Film Foundation film where this happened—“tap the phone, once.”

There was no tap, just more Sesame Street.

“You might have the wrong number,” I said, wondering.

A baby began wailing and the receiver was slammed down.

When people listen they make a listening noise.

I’d heard it, so they’d heard me.

“May as well be hanged for a sheep as hanged for a handkerchief.” Miss Throckmorton taught us that aeons ago. ’Cause I’d sort of had a reason to have come into the forbidden chamber, I peered through Dad’s razor-sharp blind, over the glebe, past the cockerel tree, over more fields, up to the Malvern Hills. Pale morning, icy sky, frosted crusts on the hills, but no sign of sticking snow, worse luck. Dad’s swivelly chair’s a lot like the Millennium Falcon’s laser tower. I blasted away at the skyful of Russian MiGs streaming over the Malverns. Soon tens of thousands of people between here and Cardiff owed me their lives. The glebe was littered with mangled fusilages and blackened wings. I’d shoot the Soviet airmen with tranquilizer darts as they pressed their ejector seats. Our marines’ll mop them up. I’d refuse all medals. “Thanks, but no thanks,” I’d tell Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Reagan when Mum invited them in, “I was just doing my job.”

Dad’s got this fab pencil sharpener clamped to his desk. It makes pencils sharp enough to puncture body armor. H pencils’re sharpest, they’re Dad’s faves. I prefer 2Bs.

The doorbell went. I put the blind back to how it was, checked I’d left no other traces of my incursion, slipped out, and flew downstairs to see who it was. The last six steps I took in one death-defying bound.

Moron, grinny-zitty as ever. His bumfluff’s getting thicker, mind. “You’ll never guess what!”

"What?”

“You know the lake in the woods?”

“What about it?”

“It’s only”—Moron checked that we weren’t being overheard—“gone and froze solid! Half the kids in the village’re there, right now. Ace doss or what?”

“Jason!” Mum appeared from the kitchen. “You’re letting the cold in! Either invite Dean in side—hel lo Dean—or shut the door.”

“Um . . . just going out for a bit, Mum.”

Um . . . where?”

“Just for some healthy fresh air.”

That was a strategic mistake. “What are you up to?”

I wanted to say “Nothing” but Hangman decided not to let me. “Why would I be up to anything?” I avoided her stare as I put on my navy duffel coat.

“What’s your new black parka done to offend you, may I ask?”

I still couldn’t say “Nothing.” (Truth is, black means you fancy yourself as a hard-knock. Adults can’t be expected to understand.) “My duffel’s a bit warmer, that’s all. It’s parky out.”

“Lunch is one o’clock sharp.” Mum went back to changing the Hoover bag. “Dad’s coming home to eat. Put on a woolly hat or your head’ll freeze.”

Woolly hats’re gay but I could stuff it in my pocket later.

“Good-bye then, Mrs. Taylor,” said Moron.

“Good-bye, Dean,” said Mum.

Mum’s never liked Moron.

Moron’s my height and he’s okay but Jesus he pongs of gravy. Moron wears ankle-flappers from charity shops and lives down Druggers End in a brick cottage that pongs of gravy too. His real name’s Dean Moran (rhymes with “warren”) but our P.E. teacher Mr. Carver started calling him “Moron” in our first week and it’s stuck. I call him “Dean” if we’re on our own but name’s aren’t just names. Kids who’re really popular get called by their first names, so Nick Yew’s always just “Nick.” Kids who’re a bit popular like Gilbert Swinyard have sort of respectful nicknames like “Yardy.” Next down are kids like me who call each other by our surnames. Below us are kids with piss-take nicknames like Moran Moron or Nicholas Briar, who’s Knickerless Bra. It’s all ranks, being a boy, like the army. If I called Gilbert Swinyard just “Swinyard,” he’d kick my face in. Or if I called Moron “Dean” in front of everyone, it’d damage my own standing. So you’ve got to watch out.

Girls don’t do this so much, ’cept for Dawn Madden, who’s a boy gone wrong in some experiment. Girls don’t scrap so much as boys either. (That said, just before school broke up for Christmas, Dawn Madden and Andrea Bozard started yelling “Bitch!” and “Slag!” in the bus queues after school. Punching tits and pulling hair and everything, they were.) Wish I’d been born a girl, sometimes. They’re generally loads more civilized. But if I ever admitted that out loud I’d get bumhole plummer scrawled on my locker. That happened to Floyd Chaceley for admitting he liked Johann Sebastian Bach. Mind you, if they knew Eliot Bolivar, who gets poems published in Black Swan Green Parish Magazine, was me, they’d gouge me to death behind the tennis courts with blunt woodwork tools and spray the Sex Pistols logo on my gravestone.

So anyway, as Moron and I walked to the lake he told me about the Scalectrix he’d got for Christmas. On Boxing Day its transformer blew up and nearly wiped out his entire family. “Yeah, sure,” I said. But Moron swore it on his nan’s grave. So I told him he should write to That’s Life on BBC and get Esther Rantzen to make the manufacturer pay compensation. Moron thought that might be difficult ’cause his dad’d bought it off a Brummie at Tewkesbury Market on Christmas Eve. I didn’t dare ask what a “Brummie” was in case it’s the same as “bummer” or “bumboy,” which means homo.

“Yeah,” I said, “see what you mean.” Moron asked me what I’d got for Christmas.

I’d actually got £13.50 in book tokens and a poster of Middle-earth, but books’re gay so I talked about the Game of Life, which I’d got from Uncle Brian and Aunt Alice. It’s a board game you win by getting your little car to the end of the road of life first, and with the most money. We crossed the crossroads by the Black Swan and went into the woods. Wished I’d rubbed ointment into my lips ’cause they get chapped when it’s this cold. Soon we heard kids through the trees, shouting and screaming. “Last one to the lake’s a spaz!” yelled Moron, haring off before I was ready. Straight off he tripped over a frozen tire rut, went flying, and landed on his arse. Trust Moran. “I think I might’ve got a concussion,” he said.

“Concussion’s if you hit your head. Unless your brain’s up your arse.”

What a line. Pity nobody who matters was around to hear it.

The lake in the woods was epic. Tiny bubbles were trapped in the ice like in Fox’s Glacier Mints. Neal Brose had proper Olympic ice skates he hired out for 5p a go, though Pete Redmarley was allowed to use them for free so other kids’d see him speed-skat...

Le informazioni nella sezione "Su questo libro" possono far riferimento a edizioni diverse di questo titolo.

I migliori risultati di ricerca su AbeBooks

1.

David Mitchell
Editore: Hodder Stoughton General Division, United Kingdom (2007)
ISBN 10: 0340822805 ISBN 13: 9780340822807
Nuovi Paperback Quantità: 10
Da
The Book Depository US
(London, Regno Unito)
Valutazione libreria
[?]

Descrizione libro Hodder Stoughton General Division, United Kingdom, 2007. Paperback. Condizione libro: New. Language: English . Brand New Book. The dazzling novel from critically-acclaimed David Mitchell. Shortlisted for the 2006 Costa Novel Award Longlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2006 January, 1982. Thirteen-year-old Jason Taylor - covert stammerer and reluctant poet - anticipates a stultifying year in his backwater English village. But he hasn t reckoned with bullies, simmering family discord, the Falklands War, a threatened gypsy invasion and those mysterious entities known as girls. Charting thirteen months in the black hole between childhood and adolescence, this is a captivating novel, wry, painful and vibrant with the stuff of life. Codice libro della libreria LIB9780340822807

Maggiori informazioni su questa libreria | Fare una domanda alla libreria

Compra nuovo
EUR 7,94
Convertire valuta

Aggiungere al carrello

Spese di spedizione: GRATIS
Da: Regno Unito a: U.S.A.
Destinazione, tempi e costi

2.

David Mitchell
ISBN 10: 0340822805 ISBN 13: 9780340822807
Nuovi Quantità: 1
Da
BWB
(Valley Stream, NY, U.S.A.)
Valutazione libreria
[?]

Descrizione libro Condizione libro: New. Depending on your location, this item may ship from the US or UK. Codice libro della libreria 97803408228070000000

Maggiori informazioni su questa libreria | Fare una domanda alla libreria

Compra nuovo
EUR 7,95
Convertire valuta

Aggiungere al carrello

Spese di spedizione: GRATIS
In U.S.A.
Destinazione, tempi e costi

3.

David Mitchell
Editore: Hodder Stoughton General Division, United Kingdom (2007)
ISBN 10: 0340822805 ISBN 13: 9780340822807
Nuovi Paperback Quantità: 10
Da
The Book Depository
(London, Regno Unito)
Valutazione libreria
[?]

Descrizione libro Hodder Stoughton General Division, United Kingdom, 2007. Paperback. Condizione libro: New. Language: English . Brand New Book. The dazzling novel from critically-acclaimed David Mitchell.Shortlisted for the 2006 Costa Novel AwardLonglisted for the Man Booker Prize 2006January, 1982. Thirteen-year-old Jason Taylor - covert stammerer and reluctant poet - anticipates a stultifying year in his backwater English village. But he hasn t reckoned with bullies, simmering family discord, the Falklands War, a threatened gypsy invasion and those mysterious entities known as girls. Charting thirteen months in the black hole between childhood and adolescence, this is a captivating novel, wry, painful and vibrant with the stuff of life. Codice libro della libreria LIB9780340822807

Maggiori informazioni su questa libreria | Fare una domanda alla libreria

Compra nuovo
EUR 8,13
Convertire valuta

Aggiungere al carrello

Spese di spedizione: GRATIS
Da: Regno Unito a: U.S.A.
Destinazione, tempi e costi

4.

David. Mitchell
Editore: QPD (2006)
ISBN 10: 0340822805 ISBN 13: 9780340822807
Nuovi Paperback Quantità: 12
Da
The Monster Bookshop
(Fleckney, Regno Unito)
Valutazione libreria
[?]

Descrizione libro QPD, 2006. Paperback. Condizione libro: New. BRAND NEW ** SUPER FAST SHIPPING FROM UK WAREHOUSE ** 30 DAY MONEY BACK GUARANTEE. Codice libro della libreria mon0000228130

Maggiori informazioni su questa libreria | Fare una domanda alla libreria

Compra nuovo
EUR 7,36
Convertire valuta

Aggiungere al carrello

Spese di spedizione: EUR 1,06
Da: Regno Unito a: U.S.A.
Destinazione, tempi e costi

5.

David Mitchell
Editore: Sceptre 2007-04-02 (2007)
ISBN 10: 0340822805 ISBN 13: 9780340822807
Nuovi Paperback Quantità: 5
Da
Chiron Media
(Wallingford, Regno Unito)
Valutazione libreria
[?]

Descrizione libro Sceptre 2007-04-02, 2007. Paperback. Condizione libro: New. Codice libro della libreria NU-BER-00060524

Maggiori informazioni su questa libreria | Fare una domanda alla libreria

Compra nuovo
EUR 7,63
Convertire valuta

Aggiungere al carrello

Spese di spedizione: EUR 3,33
Da: Regno Unito a: U.S.A.
Destinazione, tempi e costi
Edizione Internazionale
Edizione Internazionale

6.

Mitchell, David
Editore: Sceptre
ISBN 10: 0340822805 ISBN 13: 9780340822807
Nuovi Brossura Quantità: > 20
Edizione Internazionale
Da
Sunshine Book Store
(Wilmington, DE, U.S.A.)
Valutazione libreria
[?]

Descrizione libro Sceptre. Condizione libro: New. 0340822805 This is an International Edition. Brand New, Paperback, Delivery within 6-14 business days, Similar Contents as U.S Edition, printed in Black & White. Choose Expedited shipping for delivery within 3-8 business days. We do not ship to PO Box, APO , FPO Address. In some instances, subjects such as Management, Accounting, Finance may have different end chapter case studies and exercises. International Edition Textbooks may bear a label "Not for sale in the U.S. or Canada" and "Content may different from U.S. Edition" - printed only to discourage U.S. students from obtaining an affordable copy. The U.S. Supreme Court has asserted your right to purchase international editions, and ruled on this issue. Access code/CD is not provided with these editions , unless specified. We may ship the books from multiple warehouses across the globe, including India depending upon the availability of inventory storage. Customer satisfaction guaranteed. Codice libro della libreria I_9780340822807

Maggiori informazioni su questa libreria | Fare una domanda alla libreria

Compra nuovo
EUR 11,63
Convertire valuta

Aggiungere al carrello

Spese di spedizione: GRATIS
In U.S.A.
Destinazione, tempi e costi
Edizione Internazionale
Edizione Internazionale

7.

David Mitchell
ISBN 10: 0340822805 ISBN 13: 9780340822807
Nuovi Paperback Quantità: > 20
Edizione Internazionale
Da
US_Superfast_Bookstore
(New Castle, DE, U.S.A.)
Valutazione libreria
[?]

Descrizione libro Paperback. Condizione libro: New. This is an International Edition Brand New Paperback Same Title Author and Edition as listed. Standard Delivery within 6-14 business days ACROSS THE GLOBE. We can ship to PO Box address in US. International Edition Textbooks may bear a label "Not for sale in the U.S. or Canada" or "For sale in Asia only" or similar restrictions- printed only to discourage students from obtaining an affordable copy. US Court has asserted your right to buy and use International edition. Access code/CD may not provided with these editions. We may ship the books from multiple warehouses across the globe including Asia depending upon the availability of inventory. Printed in English. Customer satisfaction guaranteed. Codice libro della libreria RI_9780340822807

Maggiori informazioni su questa libreria | Fare una domanda alla libreria

Compra nuovo
EUR 9,73
Convertire valuta

Aggiungere al carrello

Spese di spedizione: EUR 2,28
In U.S.A.
Destinazione, tempi e costi

8.

David Mitchell
Editore: Hodder and Stoughton Ltd. (2006)
ISBN 10: 0340822805 ISBN 13: 9780340822807
Nuovi Brossura Quantità: 10
Da
Valutazione libreria
[?]

Descrizione libro Hodder and Stoughton Ltd., 2006. Condizione libro: New. Codice libro della libreria L9780340822807

Maggiori informazioni su questa libreria | Fare una domanda alla libreria

Compra nuovo
EUR 8,62
Convertire valuta

Aggiungere al carrello

Spese di spedizione: EUR 3,99
Da: Germania a: U.S.A.
Destinazione, tempi e costi

9.

Mitchell, David
Editore: Sceptre (2006)
ISBN 10: 0340822805 ISBN 13: 9780340822807
Nuovi Brossura Quantità: > 20
Valutazione libreria
[?]

Descrizione libro Sceptre, 2006. Condizione libro: New. 2006. New Ed. Paperback. Shortlisted for the Costa Novel Award Num Pages: 384 pages. BIC Classification: FA. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). Dimension: 198 x 130 x 25. Weight in Grams: 270. . . . . . . Codice libro della libreria V9780340822807

Maggiori informazioni su questa libreria | Fare una domanda alla libreria

Compra nuovo
EUR 12,94
Convertire valuta

Aggiungere al carrello

Spese di spedizione: GRATIS
Da: Irlanda a: U.S.A.
Destinazione, tempi e costi

10.

Mitchell, David
Editore: Sceptre
ISBN 10: 0340822805 ISBN 13: 9780340822807
Nuovi Brossura Quantità: > 20
Da
Kennys Bookstore
(Olney, MD, U.S.A.)
Valutazione libreria
[?]

Descrizione libro Sceptre. Condizione libro: New. 2006. New Ed. Paperback. Shortlisted for the Costa Novel Award Num Pages: 384 pages. BIC Classification: FA. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). Dimension: 198 x 130 x 25. Weight in Grams: 270. . . . . . Books ship from the US and Ireland. Codice libro della libreria V9780340822807

Maggiori informazioni su questa libreria | Fare una domanda alla libreria

Compra nuovo
EUR 13,08
Convertire valuta

Aggiungere al carrello

Spese di spedizione: GRATIS
In U.S.A.
Destinazione, tempi e costi

Vedi altre copie di questo libro

Vedi tutti i risultati per questo libro